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  1. BREAKING: CM Punk Debuts on WWE Backstage

    Didn't you concoct your own rumor that Eva Marie was returning for SD on Fox with nothing backing it up? Sit this one out.  
  2. BREAKING: CM Punk Debuts on WWE Backstage

    Vince COMMISSIONING an article with swiftness, he's about to put in more work than the devil https://www.wwe.com/article/cm-punk-surprise-appearance-on-wwe-backstage Renee part of the scheme too    
  3. BREAKING: CM Punk Debuts on WWE Backstage

    she's steps ahead     glad she's still of value somehow!
  4.   his ugly is in different areas
  5. He looks 45 and has no lips, Halle deserves better  
  6. literally IDK how many movies we need of the golden age that tell the same story . Switch it up. The other thing that bugs me is if shit is supposed to be fictional, why are they so concerned with accuracy in regards to race relations, but everything else is always open to interpretation? It's so transparent and even more aggravating in fantasy films (there's dragons, but a POC in a position of power is super unrealistic for the time!)  
  7.     I would like to see it.
  8. I wonder if Damien will cast someone black in a lead role and not have them play jazz!
  9. First ‘Black Widow’ poster revealed at D23 Expo

    Another ugly poster in the Disney-Marvel canon  
  10.     Source Popular guess is Batgirl/Barbara Gordon and that they're probably keeping it under wraps so she doesn't have to face racist fans. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, congrats to her omg  
  11. Black Newcomer Cast in Major Role for "The Batman"

    LOVE that for us . I really hope it's Batgirl. Like we already know she's gonna be black, but to make her brown skin?  
  12. Black Newcomer Cast in Major Role for "The Batman"

    She's stunning as well  
  13. King and Queen* (me) gkjdgjj (I know the mistake was innocent, but just thought I'd correct in case you misinterpreted my reveal as FTM when I'm in fact MTF trans glfgdfg)! BUT period!  
  14. let's stay out of it, the Bella Army has been used enough
  15. Hemorrhage

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  16. It was Gail and Tessa tbh, but it's since expanded so perch.
  17. .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } THE CHEMICALS BETWEEN US, THE WALLS THAT LIE BETWEEN US A wide array of boxes act as bricks forming a second set of walls, standing tall around an exhausted Emma De Angelo. Dressed in low-rise, cut off short shorts and a white midriff baring blouse, tied above her belly ring and over her ample breasts, she stares out her large, paneled window, down to the city below. Cars race by in bold patterns, filled with strangers with seemingly no real purpose—nothing to live for beyond their excess. But her purpose for living sat joyously behind her; no care in the world, and lacking the knowledge of how cruel it could be. It was he: Lucas De Angelo, her one true love. She’d never allow Lucas to see the world for what it truly was, for as long as she could. She was his protector; his provider. But there were times that she longed for help. Someone who loved her five year old and was willing to protect him as much as she was. Someone to help ease the load she felt weighing down on her petite frame, wearing out every bone. Her thoughts cycle briefly to Lucas’ deceased father and his final moments before the chemicals in his system consumed him, an apology for failing her and their son stuttering through a cold, trembling mouth. Every time the memory is replayed, her heart broke into pieces, for she didn’t believe her nor Lucas would find love like that again. “Lucas, baby, don’t break that please! I need you to quiet down and relax for five minutes; mommy is on the phone,” Emma begs her toddler before returning to speak to her landlord on the other end of the line, her frustration mounting. It had been several days now since the move in, but it appeared that likewise with her losing a babysitter, everything was coming apart at the seams. Her apartment, in particular, was literal. “Listen carefully. Your contractor was supposed to be here a fucking hour ago and I’m paying you too much money for rent to be sitting around waiting. My pipes are broken, my cabinet doors are falling from their hinges, drawers are getting stuck, and that's not even everything wrong with this place. And on top of all the renovations needed: I've barely unpacked, I have a million other errands to run, I have to call my boss to get the weekend off, I’ve missed out on my first week of classes. Please. I don’t need this process to be any harder. If you could just page him again or something. Or just give me his cell number and I'll reach out myself.” She runs her clawed hand through her hair, combing and tugging it back, then waits as the landlord runs through his rehearsed reply. “Okay, fine. I’ll give it twenty more minutes,” she concludes before slapping the flip phone closed and letting a gust of air escape her glossed lips. Quietly reciting the mantra routinely used to ease her stress, Emma refused to allow the walls to cave in on her. Resilience was her greatest strength, and it was too premature to renounce the new life she had set path toward. “Lucas, what did I—” she begins to scold as she redirects her attention back to her son, soon after interrupted by a knock on her door. “Listen, we'll talk about it later. Go get one of your coloring books and sit still while I answer the door, please and thanks my love.”  She adjusts her appearance to a palatable state, then finally marches toward the door and turns the lock to slowly open. MONTY @Maxim
  18. Seven Nation Army

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone "On the contrary, you're the one who seems to be in a rush," Dawson comments with an annoyed chuckle laced beneath his growl, then slants his intense eyes as he studies Sebastian's strange, off-kilter demeanor. Their history together had always been particularly sordid and complex. Having met through a dark, treacherous time for Sebastian and his small family, Dawson sought to "help" him, but also take advantage of the once lost soul. He strived to offer guidance; give purpose to each of those who felt no longer had any. He saw himself to be a leader. A king. A judge, jury and executioner. A savior. And Sebastian was just one of many souls Dawson took control over, so they could pay their dues and assumedly find life again. The problem, however, was Dawson's inability to quietly set his souls free. With time, he grew an attachment; an obsession. No soul could escape from his underworld without being roped back in. And in Sebastian's assumed perturbation, Dawson Clarke could sense that another one of his souls were ready to break away. "Call her a fucking cab and get in," he orders, while rolling his eyes forward toward the windshield, then back. "I know you're not used to sitting in the passenger seat, but I'm gonna take you for a drive." As Sebastian continues to pose by his car, beneath the crisp moonlight, visibly anxious and frustrated, all Dawson could see through his filter of crimson was his former associate: Bobby Carter. The man in question who, identically to Sebastian, had been eager to escape Dawson's maze, to the kingpin's dismay. Both men were favorite toys of Mr. Clarke, despite the hearts and minds of their own. But more importantly, both were exceptional at the jobs allocated to them. He just couldn't let go. The nippy air becomes near tangible as it crawls across the trio's exposed skin like a swarm of spiders, marking the overwhelming tension, as well as the evil doings still left to be done, whether Sebastian liked it or not. "Hello? Why the hell are you just standing there, staring at me like that? Hurry up! I thought I was a busy man?" MONTY @Queen of Hens
  19. Doll Parts

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  20. Not Moderated: Backlot

    these slay   by UltraRaw26 on Twitter
  21. Can an educated TNA stan pull up to me privately, I'm trying to be fair/accurate as I dwindle down my top 15. So far I have 13 out of 15 girls it seems locked in, one uncertainty, and one open slot. IDK if I should give the number of KOs I have, but let's just say it's not big.
  22. The fact The Bellas have to be averaged out in the three categories which will probably hurt them in the long run, we Army the clowns lmao, maybe it's deserved.  
  23. No China and still slaughtering, hopefully this stops studios from being so scared to be liberal with their tentpoles out of fear that it'll hurt global box office